Sitting here on the porch, watching the sun go down. Except there is no watcher, just the sun, setting, setting. From purest Emptiness, brilliant clarity shines forth. The sound of the birds, over there. Clouds, a few, right up there. But there is no "up," no "down," no "over," and no "there" ----because there is no "me" or "I" for which these directions make sense. There is just this. Simple. clear, easy, effortless, ever-present this.
Source: One Taste, Pages: 342
Contributed by: David